I had this dream where I woke up to a grand And um, I from the blankets And the door from its lock And rushed blindly the blackness of the hallway
But there, on all lying next to each other Were and rows of executioners
were shirtless, robe less and throbbing with anticipation Sweat delicately sneaking their body hair All hooded Some like century guillotine henchmen
Others had crudely made hoods like Or sudden ripped ski masks with slobber their clenching jaws And had burlap masks sown together So they like they were made of human skin
Each one held a weapon, large mallets, fashioned axes And clubs, pipes, but I wasn't compelled to retreat, no
I was forced to move them their swinging weapons The clubs, the bats, the tools, the shovels The large and small axes, big with nails
and razorblades embedded in them Taking the beating, down, getting up and again and again and again Driven to it out at any cost
And next I stumbled into a, this marshy world Where I was, I was drowning In squirrels and other large rodents
Then above out on the treetops dolls fell from the branches Where were hanging With nooses made of hair
They all, uh, they started biting and And trying to feed me, trying to enter my belly And some large needles into my veins and And as I back some had nails their hands, torsos and throats
I was froze, dead eyes As I kicked away I could see all around me Of piles and of dead sea life, large fish Smelly crustaceans all in dead shrouds
And their soulless empty whispered A language, I couldn't decipher But somehow understood and cries were Feed me, me
They wanted me to Those around them, them up into a paste And them inside their mouths
And as I, I around I could see the of a woman, perfect, perfectly erotic Squatting over a pile of these dead And as I ran to her and said, "What the are you doing?"
And she had no face and she turned to glass And cracked And then into a 1000 pieces at my feet
And as I took a quick breath This world was shoved and But an tidal wave of microorganisms Neutrinos, atoms and binding molecules
I was in the moon again Frightened, aching and And that's what I most The ache, I can't